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Apollo BBS Archive - May 4, 1989

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Message: 5462
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Believe it or not!
Subject: Force
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 22:44:27

        With Cliff it is not the Force or a Farce ...........

                   it's Farts.

Message: 5463
Author: $ James Hawley
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Last
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 02:09:39

What a kinky boy!

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Subject:Sandy

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 1:Feed Cliffy lots of cabbage and beans.  It will surely cure his condition.
 2:end

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Message: 5464
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Sandy
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 02:55:18

Feed Cliffy lots of cabbage and beans.  It will surely cure his condition.

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Message: 156
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: SYSOP Speaks
Subject: GT
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 22:49:02

        I've already been to one of those types of GT's, Rod .......
Do not care for another.
        I like the pic idea, Ralph has some interesting movies.
........ but then again the drunk as a skunk and do not remember sounds
less harmfull.
        We could also play some badmitten (did I spell that right?).

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Subject:GT

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 1:        Good, because I don't drink.  Lips that touch alcohol shall not 
 2:touch mine.  However, I do drugs.
 3:end

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Message: 157
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: GT
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 02:56:39

        Good, because I don't drink.  Lips that touch alcohol shall not
touch mine.  However, I do drugs.

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Message: 2191
Author: $ Apollo SYSOP
Category: Kontest
Subject: DeanH.txt
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 01:00:59

        Dean has already [U]ploaded his story.  It is an ASCII text file in
the [L]ibray.  You will not find it listed, but at the Down load prompt, if
you type as the file DEANH.TXT you will get it!
        It is two FULL printed pages in size!

        This is GREAT!  Who will upload next?

SYSOP Cliff

Message: 2192
Author: $ Apollo SYSOP
Category: Kontest
Subject: Dean's story...
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 02:31:29

        I think it has WON already....  I loved it!  If you are an
Apolloite, reading this story is a must.
        
Sysop Cliff..... still laughing

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Subject:Story

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 1:        I haven't read Dean's story yet but I will upload it this log-on.  
 2:I'm sure it is good as I have read several of his stories in the past.
 3:        I sat down tonight around 9 or 10 and started typing on my story 
 4:idea.  Two cups of tea and many hours later (It is around 3 a.m.) I have 
 5:finished it.  I just need to do one final edit tomorrow when I am more 
 6:awake.  What do I do?  Do I just upload to a text file named RODW.TXT or do 
 7:I page you.  What?  
 8:end

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Message: 2193
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Kontest
Subject: Story
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 03:01:05

        I haven't read Dean's story yet but I will upload it this log-on. 
I'm sure it is good as I have read several of his stories in the past.
        I sat down tonight around 9 or 10 and started typing on my story
idea.  Two cups of tea and many hours later (It is around 3 a.m.) I have
finished it.  I just need to do one final edit tomorrow when I am more
awake.  What do I do?  Do I just upload to a text file named RODW.TXT or do
I page you.  What?  

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Message: 3070
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Up Yours
Subject: Last
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 22:51:09

        Rod ! ! ! ! !
Screwing Ann and I, I can understand, but Ralph?

Message: 3071
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Answer !
Subject: Nose/Ann
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 22:54:54

        I was referring to ones nose growing when one tells a lie.

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Subject:Ralph

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 1:        No, I'd rather have the former named individuals.  Ralph is 
 2:definitely out.  Sorry Ralph, no hard feelings, I hope.  -Rod
 3:end

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Message: 3072
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Cosmos-Chatter
Subject: Ralph
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 03:02:37

        No, I'd rather have the former named individuals.  Ralph is
definitely out.  Sorry Ralph, no hard feelings, I hope.  -Rod

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Message: 1640
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Last
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 22:55:38

        Yea, Rod, and your body wants you back .......

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Message: 1639
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Fly
Date: 05/03/89  Time: 23:56:59

        I've flown a few times.  I even went into outer-space once.

Message: 1640
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Last
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 22:55:38

        Yea, Rod, and your body wants you back .......

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Subject:body

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 1:        My body can go to hell for all I care.
 2:end

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Message: 1641
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: body
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 03:03:32

        My body can go to hell for all I care.

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Message: 58538
Author: $ James Hawley
Category: Answer!
Subject: Cliffy
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 20:22:03

I came by your house this morning, but both your front and back gate were
locked.

Message: 58539
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Answer!
Subject: Last
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 23:08:21

        That's because we were still in jail from last nights demonstration.
Where were you when we needed bail money?

Message: 58540
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Sex & Love
Subject: Clothing
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 23:13:24

        I could never see myself in some of the 'styles' of clothing I have
had privilage to see throughout my life. In college I dressed modestly for
most of the time. Whenever I dressed 'seductively', as portrayed in fashion
magazines, I had a hard time taking notes in class (guys always wanting to
talk to you) and I had a hard time studying at night (again, guys coming
over for a 'chat').
        I think women are only fooling themselves if they think the way to
dress is what they see in a fashion magazine.

        Now, on the other hand, Men can wear TIGHT pants all they want.

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Message: 336
Author: $ Apollo SYSOP
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Rod/malarkey
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 21:14:20

        If you were a fish in the deep sea, and heard stories about Man and
all the things he can do on land, you would think that was malarkey as well.
But as a fish, you would probably have a more open mind than the one you
have now, welded shut and fucked in the butt!

Message: 337
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Shit-Chat
Subject: Rod/limp
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 23:18:07

        Sorry to hear about your sex life ........
Can not have much of one if you are bruised all the time.

When I come to your house should I be looking for nicks in the door jams or
grooves in the floors?

Message: 338
Author: $ Sandy SYSOP
Category: Shit-Chat
Subject: Malarkey
Date: 05/04/89  Time: 23:19:47

        Rod, you should try 'it' with religious malarkey ........

What a Devine experiance!

Message: 339
Author: $ Beauregard Dog
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: last
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 00:33:02

Is that Andy Devine? or the recently departed movie star Devine?

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Subject:Fish in the sea

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 1:        Fish have it better than humans.  They have more area.  Their area 
 2:has a better mean tempature.  There are no jails.  No aids.  Lots of sex 
 3:with no divorce courts.  No guns or bombs and plenty of drugs.  I bet you 
 4:think that if something smells like fish you are susposed to eat it, right?
 5:end

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Message: 340
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Fish in the sea
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 03:06:53

        Fish have it better than humans.  They have more area.  Their area
has a better mean tempature.  There are no jails.  No aids.  Lots of sex
with no divorce courts.  No guns or bombs and plenty of drugs.  I bet you
think that if something smells like fish you are susposed to eat it, right?

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An Audience With The King
by Dean Hathaway

   The boy shivered as he waited in the cold antechamber. He couldn't help
but wonder if this meeting was a mistake that the entire Savage clan might
pay dearly for. He had begged his uncle Paul-John for weeks to call in his
favors with Paul-James, the leader of their clan, and arrange for the boy
to meet with the King. It was not just any clan which could pull off such
a feat, and the boy knew this well. He could imagine how many generations
of the Williams clan had lived and died since any of them was permitted to
meet the King.
   It seemed ironic that the questions which drove him to such lengths had
arisen from his talks with Rod-Jeremy, a member of that same Williams clan,
and now he had exhausted all other hope of answering them. Soon, one of the
Royal guards motioned for him to come forward into the throne room.
   The King was sitting at the throne as Paul-Christopher entered the room
and he motioned the boy forward with a warm greeting. The King was old,
very old, and he was rumored to know more than anyone else about the
origins of the clans, their traditions, and everything that went to make
up the System. After some initial familiarizing chat, the King told him
that he understood why he was there and would answer his questions as well
as he could.
   "Do you have another name Sire, besides 'The King'?", the boy asked.
"Yes", the King replied, "my full title is Mighty Sysop Cliff-Edward
Winters, King of the Known World, Master of the Cosmos, and keeper of the
Phantom Zone. My friends call me Ed for short, just as I imagine that
yours probably call you Chris. Is that right?". "Yes Sire, it is!". "Just
call me Ed for now, ok Chris?". "Yes Sire, uh, I mean Ed, thank you."
   "Now, Chris, lets get to those questions you came here to ask. What do
you want to know?" The boy looked thoughtful for a second and then asked,
"Why do we live as we do? I mean why do we have all these clans, each with
their own names and traditions? How did you become King over all the rest?
What is the source of all the sacred scriptures our elders teach us from
and how do we know that what they say is really true..." "Wait a second, "
the King interrupted, "slow down there! Let me start with the last
question first, and it will help explain some of the rest.
   See these ancient devices here around the throne? It was one of my
distant ancestors who somehow used these to bring our sacred scriptures
out from their mystical realm and into our world. Here in this glass case
are some of the originals, of course they are deteriorated beyond reading
now, but our scribes have kept duplicating them over the ages so that we
can know their contents today. Here is a set made for my great grandfather
by his royal scribes. Notice how meticulously the green tinted stripes and
the holes along the edges were recreated? By the Gods, I wish we could do
work like that today! Anyway, back to your questions."
   "It is not known by any of us today what the true origins of our race
and its customs are. There have been those who speculated from the
contents of the scriptures and arrived at many different conclusions. It
seems clear to me that our people have somehow fallen from grace. During
the times described in the scriptures people existed on a much higher
plane and were able to move effortlessly between all parts of the System
and also into other worlds completely outside our knowledge. They
conversed on topics we can only guess at the meaning of and even hinted
that a variety of other Systems not only existed, but were available to
some of them. This is not generally known, but even the powers of the
Sysop were greater then. I have seen references to him Zapping an offender
off the System or banishing them into the Phantom Zone using only the
force of his own will instead of a cadre of Royal Guards. It seems that
our System is only a meager, earthbound imitation of something which once
existed across a range of dimensions as far advanced above us as we are
above the ants! Oh, I'm sorry, I get carried away sometimes when I think
of all the power that must be locked up in those ancient secrets, right
here in our midst, but just beyond our reach!"
  Chris paused a second and then said, "Is it written in the scriptures
that we must live in clans and live out our lives by all these rigid
traditions then?" "Not exactly," replied the King, "but each clan
represents one of the Status Members of the original System as it was
recorded upon the Sacred Disks, and finally revealed to us. Your clan
follows the teachings of the original $Paul Savage, while the Westfall
clan, the Taranto clan, and all the rest, follow the teachings of their
respective Prophets, or Gods, or whatever they choose to call them. Of
course, there is some diversity of opinion even within the clans
themselves since advanced students of the scriptures find many different
facets and even changes in the personalities of the subjects they study,
and sub-groups develop within the clans. You are probably aware of the
semi-secret Clown Society within your own clan which concentrates on a
particular phase of the First Paul's life."
   "But how do we even know that we are meant to follow any of this or that
it really has any relationship to our lives?", Chris blurted out.
"Couldn't there be other explanations for these records which mean that we
have no reason to emulate them at all?"
   The King looked worriedly at Chris for a moment and then said, "As I
mentioned before, I believe that we have fallen from a state of grace
which we can only regain by following the examples our scriptures provide.
Many others have believed this also and that is why our System has
continued to strive for this goal for so long. In the final analysis
though, we can not prove that it is so. Many believe that it is the act of
having faith in this goal in spite of our inability to prove its truth to
others which will ultimately bring us back into that lost state of grace
in which we could see across all dimensions and understand the reasons
behind it all. In fact, much of the recorded debate among our Gods was
over the validity of their attempts to make exactly the same kind of
transition to a still higher level by following a scripture of their own
which they left only tiny, meaningless, excerpts from. Many of us see this
as a clue that we must follow that path up to where they were. Some even
theorize that they succeeded and moved on.
   Chris said nothing, but the troubled look on his face told the King that
he had a question he was afraid to ask. "Go ahead son," he reassured the
boy, "I won't hold your questions against you or anyone else. It is better
to have them out in the open." "Ok.", Chris went on, "I have heard it said
that our scriptures might just as likely be a joke, or an artifact left
here by some power just as unknown to us as these gods, but intended for
some entirely different purpose. What do you say to that?"
   "This is nothing new.", the King replied, "Why it was even said once in
my father's time that we might all be the direct descendants of those we
call gods, living amongst the very ruins of their failure and clinging to
a fantasy which was no more real in their time than in our own. Some even
went so far as to theorize that we are survivors of some kind of war or
other disaster and that our Sacred Scriptures were of no special
significance, except that they happened to be the only written records we
had and their use in teaching generations to read has resulted in their
being elevated from a disjointed glimpse into the past to an all
encompassing pattern for life. I sometimes wonder if my father over
reacted when he banished those who said that into the Phantom Zone."
  Suddenly an armed Guard entered the room and whispered something to the
King. The King took him aside and hurriedly gave him some instructions
which sent him out of the Throne Room at a dead run. The King turned back
to Chris and said, "It has been a pleasure chatting with you
Paul-Christopher, I would like to speak with you again when I have the
time, but right now you must get to your clan and prepare for a full
alert. I have just been informed that there has been another outbreak of
ritual madness among the Blehm clan. They have ransacked the Royal Armory
and they are running wild in the streets screaming, "Shoot them all!".
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Subject:Kontest

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 1:        I hope there is no real limit because my story is something like 275
 2:lines long by 70 columns.  I cannot edit it any further and still tell the 
 3:story.  Okay?  I need that much space.
 4:end

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Message: 2194
Author: $ Rod Williams
Category: Chit-Chat
Subject: Kontest
Date: 05/05/89  Time: 03:10:05

        I hope there is no real limit because my story is something like 275
lines long by 70 columns.  I cannot edit it any further and still tell the
story.  Okay?  I need that much space.

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